Work is only justified by leisure time. To admit the emptiness of leisure time is to admit the impossibility of life.

The more he identifies with the dominant images of need, the less he understands his own life and his own desires. The spectacle’s estrangement from the acting subject is expressed by the fact that the individual’s gestures are no longer his own; they are the gestures of someone else who represents them to him.

In a world that has REALLY been turned on its head, truth is a moment of falsehood.

Tourism, human circulation considered as consumption is fundamentally nothing more than the leisure of going to see what has become banal.

In societies where modern conditions of production prevail, all of life presents itself as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived has moved away into a representation.

Art... can become the direct organization of more highly evolved sensations.

With the destruction of history, contemporary events themselves retreat into a remote and fabulous realm of unverifiable stories, uncheckable statistics, unlikely explanations and untenable reasoning.